Struggle in the night

With the razorblade tight in my hand

I watch the scars I did yesterday

And trying to resist the urge

Of doing new ones today

The struggle inside is so strong

I want to bleed

I want to feel the pain

I know it's stupid

But it feels so good

So how could it be wrong

The blade touch my skin

And the pain makes its way to my brain

And blood drips out my veins

...Darkness always wins...